A cold wet home in a trench.
That the rains constantly drench.
With no place to rest
Heavy, hard dirt glued to our chest.
No hot stew for us men,
Only cold, mushy hen.
Nothing can compare to this dreadful place.
No words can describe this awful race.
We hear the shots in the night,
Seeing flashing lights shine bright.
No place for us to hide,
But behind our pride.
Men falling left and right.
Trying to help with all my might.
But all i can think about,
Is this is my life day in and out.
Two different sides,
That war divides.
Fighting for a word,
That some say is absurd.
Freedom means more then life to some.
Others think this war is dumb.
There's nothing now that we can do,
But fight till this war is through.
A cold wet home in a trench.
That the rains constantly drench.
With no place to rest
Heavy, hard dirt glued to our chest.
No hot stew for us men,
Only cold, mushy hen.
Nothing can compare to this dreadful place.
No words can describe this awful race.
We hear the shots in the night,
Seeing flashing lights shine bright.
No place for us to hide,
But behind our pride.
Men falling left and right.
Trying to help with all my might.
But all i can think about,
Is this is my life day in and out.
Two different sides,
That war divides.
Fighting for a word,
That some say is absurd.
Freedom means more then life to some.
Others think this war is dumb.
There's nothing now that we can do,
But fight till this war is through.